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How It Begins

Dimly visible against the twilight sky, great towers rise from the desert.
Their mirrored sides reflect the blood-red brightness of the setting sun. The
air above the city is choked with rush-hour flyers.

The klaxon sounds briefly, and your cell door rattles open.

You’ve only been in this prison a few days, and you’re not confident that
you’ll make it through too many more.